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[Good Omens] to touch words (Aziraphale gen)
Title: to touch words
Fandom: Good Omens
Length: 391 words
Prompt: five people who didn't buy books in Aziraphale's shop and one who did for Alms
Pairing: Aziraphale gen
Other: A nun, a farmer, and a small girl walked into Aziraphale's bookshop, and someone perhaps a little more aware of pop-culture would think there was a good joke in the offing. Aziraphale only thought, 'Three people at once! Did I forget and leave the Open sign out?'
A nun, a farmer, and a small girl walked into Aziraphale's bookshop, and someone perhaps a little more aware of pop-culture would think there was a good joke in the offing. Aziraphale only thought, 'Three people at once! Did I forget and leave the Open sign out?' It was Tuesday morning. He liked to be closed on alternate Tuesdays to catch up on his reading. He watched them all through his eyelashes.
The farmer only wanted an almanac, which wouldn't be a problem, except that he wanted one less than 30 years old. Aziraphale liked keeping score with the old ones, and occasionally wrote letters to the authors praising their successes and making helpful suggestions. So the farmer was soon gone.
The nun surveyed his selection of religious books, which were helpfully located on one of the higher shelves. Aziraphale kept all the best ones in the back room, so his front selection mostly consisted of terrible self-help books and poor translations of the Bible. She pressed a finger to the spine of The Hip-Hop Bible, sniffed, and left hurriedly.
Which left Aziraphale to consider his final customer. He didn't think she'd buy a book, either. Sometimes people were desperate to get out of the rain. He coughed, and she looked up uncertainly. She was dripping quietly onto his favorite rug.
"I'm going to put the kettle on," he said. "Do you want a cuppa?"
"I can't pay," she said, already turning toward the door.
"And you shan't," Aziraphale answered, taking off his reading glasses and tucking them carefully into a pocket. He wandered into the back room and came back a few minutes later with two cups. The child was already beginning to dry, and he surreptitiously completed the job and fixed the cold she was getting. It was warm in the bookshop, anyway. She wouldn't notice. She sipped at her tea and giggled at his magic tricks, although that might have been simply because they were so bad.
She left with an umbrella instead of a book. He'd pulled it out of a dusty vase half the size, and she'd clapped. She waved as the door shut behind her.
Aziraphale carefully turned the sign on his window to Closed and went back to the counter and the book he was reading.
After a while, the sun came out.
Fandom: Good Omens
Length: 391 words
Prompt: five people who didn't buy books in Aziraphale's shop and one who did for Alms
Pairing: Aziraphale gen
Other: A nun, a farmer, and a small girl walked into Aziraphale's bookshop, and someone perhaps a little more aware of pop-culture would think there was a good joke in the offing. Aziraphale only thought, 'Three people at once! Did I forget and leave the Open sign out?'
A nun, a farmer, and a small girl walked into Aziraphale's bookshop, and someone perhaps a little more aware of pop-culture would think there was a good joke in the offing. Aziraphale only thought, 'Three people at once! Did I forget and leave the Open sign out?' It was Tuesday morning. He liked to be closed on alternate Tuesdays to catch up on his reading. He watched them all through his eyelashes.
The farmer only wanted an almanac, which wouldn't be a problem, except that he wanted one less than 30 years old. Aziraphale liked keeping score with the old ones, and occasionally wrote letters to the authors praising their successes and making helpful suggestions. So the farmer was soon gone.
The nun surveyed his selection of religious books, which were helpfully located on one of the higher shelves. Aziraphale kept all the best ones in the back room, so his front selection mostly consisted of terrible self-help books and poor translations of the Bible. She pressed a finger to the spine of The Hip-Hop Bible, sniffed, and left hurriedly.
Which left Aziraphale to consider his final customer. He didn't think she'd buy a book, either. Sometimes people were desperate to get out of the rain. He coughed, and she looked up uncertainly. She was dripping quietly onto his favorite rug.
"I'm going to put the kettle on," he said. "Do you want a cuppa?"
"I can't pay," she said, already turning toward the door.
"And you shan't," Aziraphale answered, taking off his reading glasses and tucking them carefully into a pocket. He wandered into the back room and came back a few minutes later with two cups. The child was already beginning to dry, and he surreptitiously completed the job and fixed the cold she was getting. It was warm in the bookshop, anyway. She wouldn't notice. She sipped at her tea and giggled at his magic tricks, although that might have been simply because they were so bad.
She left with an umbrella instead of a book. He'd pulled it out of a dusty vase half the size, and she'd clapped. She waved as the door shut behind her.
Aziraphale carefully turned the sign on his window to Closed and went back to the counter and the book he was reading.
After a while, the sun came out.